“Look into my eyes, little Sarah. You will keep your memory this time.” I look into Reyna’s eyes and feel like I’m falling asleep in reverse. ...verything is becoming brighter, sharper. My senses heighten. I’m aware of the smell of Diana’s pussy and my pussy. And a new smell. Is that Reyna’s pussy? Goddess, it smells incredible. I’m also painfully aware of how wet I am. I don’t just need new panties; I need new pants. My nipples are tight and hard, straining into my bra. Beads of sweat roll down. Those conversations most have had a lot of personal details in them for him to know her exact size after the baby was born. That was when it hit me to wonder if they were doing more then just talking, maybe it explained why she wasn't interested in sex with me. She was getting it from someone else. That thought was a shock, especially after what she went through after almost giving in to Ron, but I had heard that woman can change after the birth of a child. With postpartum depression, hormonal. She wasn't into pretty skirts, pastel colors, or feminine delicacies. Her outfits matched her personality. She wore stark grey or black business suits, with skirts that went well below her knees, blouses buttoned all the way to her neck, themselves largely hidden beneath jackets that were usually fully buttoned as well.It wasn't that other teachers of Templeton College let their students see their boobs. That would, of course, be inappropriate, if not absurd. But they would at least wear. At this time my cock was semi hard and i got a call from my mom asking whether i had lunch, after the call i came and sat near her and started starring at her face and boobs. my cock became hard and it was very visible since i was wearing only my cotton boxer.She notice that and she told that she need to go and i told sorry for watching her nude she told just stop it, i told her i need to do something in return for that, and suddenly removed my boxer and told her to see my cook it was standing.